Only One (Reed Brothers)(21)

“She still left, Dad.”

“She left because she had to, not because she wanted to, Carrie. That’s what you need to know.”

“She never even came to see me, Dad,” I protest. “Not once.”

He stops walking and turns me to face him, holding my shoulders. He looks into my eyes. “I wouldn’t let her. She tried. But I was bitter and jealous and angry and I wouldn’t let her back in our lives. Not even yours.”

I gasp. There’s no way he did that. “She tried?”

“Yes, she tried. She tried really hard. She started seeing a doctor for her headaches. You remember how bad they used to be?”

I nod.

“They put her on a low-dose antidepressant for her pain, and she immediately started feeling better, like she could cope. So she started in therapy, and got the right dosage of antidepressants, and started to exercise, and she started to live again.”

“But she still didn’t come back.”

“She was about to. Then she got sick the first time. She decided that she hadn’t seen you in a while and she didn’t want you to see her sick, when it had been so long. So she went through treatment and the mastectomy all alone.” He bites his jaw together and tears fill his eyes. “I’ll never forgive myself for not being there for her through that.”

“But even then…”

He holds up a hand. “The cancer never went away. She kept getting treatment, even after her surgery, and it just lingered. She kept thinking it would get better, but it didn’t. Then she asked for you this summer even though she knew it was over. The treatments are over and she’s going to die. And it’s all because I didn’t pay enough attention when she needed for me to notice what she was going through.”

A tear rolls down his cheek.

“Dad,” I sigh, “it’s not your fault.”

“Why is it that you can forgive me, but you can’t forgive her?” he asks. His voice is accusing, and it makes me bristle. I stand a little straighter. “I’m just as much to blame as she is. I caused it just as much as she did, and I let you believe she left us for her own selfish reasons, when that’s not the case.” He holds my shoulders again. “She was never selfish, and she’s still not selfish.”

“She’s dying,” I say quietly. And my voice breaks.

He pulls me against him and lets me sob into his shirt. I feel like he just pulled my heart out through my throat. Like he has gutted me. I am absolutely choked by the hatred that I have held in my heart for so very long as I finally get to set it free.

“I’m so sorry,” he says. He runs a hand down the length of my hair.

“Me too.”

“Now what do we do?”

I turn and walk back toward the beach house, and he takes my hand like he used to do when I was three. I jump into the shallow water and kick a wave at him.

He wipes his face with the tail of his shirt. “I can’t believe you did that,” he says, but he’s smiling so I’m not worried.

“We’re going to be okay, Dad,” I tell him. Then I kick more water at him.

“Yeah, we are,” he replies. Then he runs toward me and picks me up and tosses me directly into a wave.

I come up sputtering. “I can’t believe you did that,” I say. Then a wave knocks him over, too, and he lands on his butt beside me. He laughs and laughs, until I realize he’s crying. I get up and take his hands, pulling him from the water. “Come on,” I say. “We’re wasting time not being with Mom.”

His eyes meet mine in the waning light. “You’re not angry?”

“I don’t have time to be angry,” I say, jogging backward. Then I call out, “Race you!” and I sprint toward our deck. He comes up right behind me.

“Oh my gosh!” Mom yells as we come through the door. She’s standing at the kitchen counter with Nick and they’re both chopping. Dad and I run to her and we smoosh her between us like she’s the filling of a sandwich. “You’re all wet!” she cries.

Nick throws his head back and laughs.

“Oh, you want to be next?” I taunt. He dodges around the counter and ducks me.

“Go change clothes!” Mom yells, jerking her finger toward the hallway. “Dinner is in five!”

We go down the hallway laughing. I close my door and lean hard against it.

What Dad doesn’t know is that I’d already forgiven her. And him, too.





Nick

It’s nice doing the family thing with the Carrie’s family. Really nice. I used to do this with my parents, and I didn’t realize how much I miss it. Mr. Michaels has grilled some steaks, and he motions for Carrie to follow him outside to check on them. I stand at the counter with Mrs. Michaels and help her arrange a salad. Which means I pretty much just watch her toss it.

“How is Carrie doing, Nick?” she asks.

I jerk my eyes up to her face. She stares at me, her eyes so much like Carrie’s that it’s startling. “She’s struggling,” I say.

She snorts. “Aren’t we all?”

Carrie and Mr. Michaels come back into the house, carrying a plate loaded with steaks and baked potatoes. They’re laughing together, and she looks so damn pretty that I can’t stop staring at her. Mrs. Michaels reaches over and closes my mouth for me. I grin at her and she smiles back. “I’ve always liked you, Nick,” she says.